No White Knight

I’m on the prowl with every kiss.

I spread her thighs wider.

My cockhead rubs against her folds. Groaning in the back of my throat, my breath hitches while she tenses and shudders.

The noises coming out of her.

Fucking hell.

They’re sounds that climb into high, drawn-out cries as I rock my hips forward, pushing into her softness, her heat, and sink in deep.

Shit!

She’s so wet for me, so tight, so damn giving.

It’s incredible burying myself to the hilt in this slick, pink flesh that parts for me so smoothly, so sweetly, wrapping around me in this layer of stroking softness.

I shudder, my fingers tightening against hers, my kiss plunging deeper when I need to have all of her, every depth branded with my touch.

We’re perfect together.

Tangled up like this, flesh on flesh in a layer of misted sweat.

I officially can’t hold back any longer.

Growling like thunder, I arch my back and rock my hips, throwing myself into the sweet friction of her body.

Every last second of claiming her feels better than the last.

From the way she tightens around me, gasping frantically and biting at my mouth, to the wonderful sexy desperation shining in her eyes.

It’s slow, at first, but there’s honestly no such thing as slow with Libby.

Not when she’s holding on so tight, her thighs pinching my hips, her body convulsing around me so hot, so tight, that she brings me to a frenzy.

Biting her back, snaring my hand in her hair, I drag her head back and open her mouth to me more, snapping my hips hard.

I drive into her just to feel her around me.

Just to make her arch and jerk and shudder.

Just to feel that fire of her nails playing down my back until she tears my skin.

I don’t fucking care.

This burn, inside and out, is everything I need.

She’s everything I need, and she’s got me in rut like an animal.

We fuck like it’s a fight to the death, passion and combat inextricable.

I’m losing my mind.

She wrecks me as I plunder her with every thrust, and soon we’re a mess of snarls and writhing and hot tandem rhythm.

Faster, faster, until I’m not even sure if I’m pushing her or she’s pushing me.

Only that we’re speeding toward something that could split me in two.

Destroy me and remake me anew.

My mind goes blank until there’s nothing but pleasure.

Her nails in my flesh, her teeth savaging my lower lip, the sound of her voice rising as she comes on my dick for the third time, the crushing sweet pressure of her body locked around mine.

“Come for me, honey. Come with me!” I snarl, almost out of time.

A second later, I’m gone.

My cock balloons. An electric charge goes off in my spine, ripping up my body.

Then I’m all roar, driving in deep, balls pressed against her ass and wringing every last drop of me into her.

We never calmed down long enough to even say a word about protection, but when I’m spilling every bit of myself deep inside her sweet cunt, I can’t be fucked to care.

“Holt!”

Last thing I hear before she loses herself again, joining my ecstasy, burning me up with her bright-blue witchfire.

I can’t take my eyes off her even as my vision blurs.

My cock jerks in harder bursts, straining against her clutching walls.

She’s torn me to pieces, and I don’t care.

After having her once, I’ll never be the same.

And I don’t know if I can survive without having Liberty Potter on demand.

15

A Little Horseplay (Libby)

So this is what it feels like to be one of Holt’s conquests?

Can’t say I mind it too much.

Sure, I expected to feel conquered, ravaged, even a little sore. And there’s all of that in spades, but there’s something I don’t expect, too.

I actually feel…

Cherished.

If this is how he made every woman he ever slept with feel?

No wonder they hated his freaking guts when it turned out to be a charming lie.

He sprawls in the bed next to me, watching me silently, skin starkly tanned against the white pillowcase. The shadows make those whiskey eyes glow with their own light.

He’s pure sin stretched out in my bed like this, all hard muscle so gorgeous it’s obscene.

He keeps those rough fingers buried in my hair like it’s some kinda fix for him.

Even after it’s over I can’t quite come down. Every inch of me is aware of him.

More than I want to be.

For all I know, this is just another of his one-night things.

Maybe I just played right into his hands.

Believed all the sweet things men say to get a girl in bed, when they don’t mean a single word.

“You’re giving me a funny look,” he says. His lips quirk, his gaze drifting over my face.

I pull the sheets closer against my chest. “I’m just…picturing you in bed with other women. Lovely, I know.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a grown man actually go pale.